This Man Part 14

I've never felt so content in all of my life. I know it's only s.e.x and the after effects, but this is the finest feeling in the world. It has to be. This man's fierceness is addictive, his tenderness sweet and his body beyond perfection. He's the perfect mix of maleness. I'm in some serious deep, deep s.h.i.t.

I lay, still tracing my finger across his back, my lids so heavy. His weight is a burden and my finger tips are numb from the friction of stroking him. His breathing is steady and even against my neck. He's asleep, and I'm trapped under his solid body. I stop caressing his back and he shifts his hips, slowly pulling out of me, leaving a ma.s.sive empty void. The feeling is unwelcome, and leaves me wishing I had of sustained his weight for longer a maybe forever.

He pushes himself up on his elbows and stares down at me. Picking up a loose piece of my hair, he studies the shiny, mahogany lock, watching as he twirls it around his index finger and thumb.

'You sent me to sleep.' His voice is rough.

'I did.'

'You're too beautiful.' he whispers, returning his gaze to mine.

I stare into his sleepy eyes and reach up to run my thumb across his frown line, fanning my fingers in his hair. 'So are you.' I say softly. He really is very beautiful.

He offers a half smile, lowers his head and nuzzles between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. 'Consider yourself reminded, lady.'

Ha! I knew it. It was a reminder f.u.c.k after the sense f.u.c.k failed. Well, it didn't fail. Although, I would be more inclined to say that he f.u.c.ked me senseless.

Slowly peeling himself away from my body, he rests back on his heels. The cold rush of air that instantly invades me has me wanting to yank him back down. Yep, I've been reminded all right. He offers me both of his hands and I take them, letting him pull me up to straddle his thighs. Wrapping one arm around my back, he cradles me to him as he turns, maneuvering his body so he's sitting up with his back resting against the headboard, me facing him. He rests his hands on my waist and circles his thumbs on my hips bones. It triggers a shudder to race through me. I throw my hands over his to still his movements.

He smirks at me. 'Spend the day with me tomorrow.'

Pardon? I thought this was just s.e.x? Maybe he wants to spend all day in bed with me. Christ, after tonight, I need a week to recover - maybe longer. I am, quite literally, f.u.c.ked.

'I have things planned.' I say warily. I'm being sensible here. I need to keep it casual, or maybe not see him again at all. He's the epitome of bad boy, if slightly older. He's hazardous, enigmatic and completely addictive. I know all of this, but I fear I might be hooked.

'What things?' he asks on a slight pout.

I don't actually have things planned. I have one thing planned a to sort my room out. It's a shocker, but I'm restricted on s.p.a.ce and overrun with personal effects. I should probably start looking for alternative arrangements, but I'm having such fun with Kate.

'I need to sort my stuff out.' I clamp my hands down when I feel him try to move his thumbs again.

'What stuff?' He looks confused.

'Kate's place is temporary accommodation. I've been there for four weeks, everything is everywhere. I need to sort it out for when I get my own place.'

'Where were you four weeks ago?'

'With Matt.'

He recoils. 'Who the f.u.c.k is Matt?'

'Calm down. He's my ex-boyfriend.'

'Ex?'

'Yes, Ex.' I confirm, seeing a wave of relief travel across his face. What's the matter with him? 'Jesse, I need to get my car.' I press. I can't leave Kate to drive Margo all the way to Yorkshire. She rattles and shakes all over the place; Kate will have piles by the time she gets there. She has to secure her cakes in boxes with polystyrene and straps, and reduce her speed to five miles an hour over speed humps.

'Don't worry. I'll take you to get it in the morning.'

Oh, so I'm staying then? 'She's leaving at eight-ish.' He might not be so keen if I'm dragging him out of bed at the crack of dawn on a Sat.u.r.day.

'-ish.' he mouths on a smirk. I mirror his smirk, gripping his hands and moving them up to my waist before I reach up to my head, feeling for the grips keeping my hair in place. They're giving me a headache. I start pulling at them, and he looks up at me with narrowed eyes.

I pause. 'What?'

'You refuse to spend the day with me, and then thrust those fabulous b.o.o.bs in my face. That's not playing fair, Ava.' He reaches up and flicks a nipple, causing it to immediately pucker into a tight bud.

I yelp, grabbing my breast. 'Hey! I need to take my grips out. They're digging into my head.' I remove a grip and pop it in my mouth.

He watches me with interest, then leans up, takes the grip with his teeth and spits it out on the bed. His face plummets, nestling between my b.o.o.bs. I smile to myself and smooth my hands through his damp hair, ignoring the voice in my head telling me not to get too contented. He breathes in deeply before pulling back and planting a soft kiss on each nipple. I'm turned around in his lap.

'Let me.' He raises his knees so I'm cradled between them, my forearms resting on his knee caps.

He begins running his fingers through my hair to locate the grips, pulling them out and handing them over my shoulder for me to take.

'How many have you got in here?' he asks as he ma.s.sages my scalp and finds another stray grip.

'A few,' I take the grip. 'I have a lot of hair to keep up.'

'A few hundred?' he asks doubtfully. 'You're like a voodoo doll. There, I think I got them all.' He takes the grips from my hand and puts them on the bedside table before sliding his hands over my shoulders and pulling me back so I'm against his chest, the outside of my bent legs resting against the insides of his.

He's so comfortable, and my eyes are incredibly heavy. I've had a stupidly busy day, and I've just finished it off on a marathon of s.e.x with this captivating man that I'm propped up against. Maybe I should go now. It will eradicate the risk of the morning awkwardness that's guaranteed to descend on us come dawn. But then I feel him wrap his forearms around my upper chest and my head automatically rolls back against his shoulder. I'm so comfortable and so sleepy, I'm not going anywhere. With him breathing steadily in my ear and planting random kisses every now and then in my hair, it's not long before I'm hypnotised by the sound of his steady breaths and my eyelids are heavy. I reach down and start stroking the outside of his legs.

'How old are you?' I mumble, feeling myself drifting off.

His chest jolts a little, indicating his quiet laugh. 'Twenty three.'

I sleepily snort my disbelief, but I don't have the energy to challenge him. I'm a slave to sleep and I'm gone.

Chapter 12.

I wake up in the exact same position that I fell asleep in, except the duvet has been pulled up over my waist. Jesse's arms are still wrapped around my upper chest, my hands resting on his forearms. The pungent scent of s.e.x is in the air.

I need a wee.

I scan the room, looking for a clock. What time is it? I hear Jesse's soft, level breathing in my ear. I'm reluctant to move and wake him, but I really need the loo. And I could leave before he wakes up and kicks me out.

I set about gently peeling his arms away from my sticky body. He moans a few times in his sleep, and I smile to myself. I'm surprised at my lack of regret. I've woken with no feelings of remorse or mortification, whatsoever. This man is dangerous to my hearts health, I realise that, but there's something about him. I should be repulsed by his persistence, but I'm not. I've no regrets, at all. But I also have no desire to outstay my welcome. Oh no, I'm definitely keeping the upper hand here.

Just when I think I've made good progress, I feel his arms clamp around me like a vice, effectively immobilising me.

'Don't even think about it, lady.' he growls, his voice raspy with sleep.

I grip his forearms with my hands, trying to loosen his grip of me. 'I need to use the bathroom.'

'Tough. Hold onto it. I'm comfy.'

'I can't.'

'I'm not letting go of you.' He states it as a fact, nudging my hand away with a flick of his forearm while maintaining his hold on me.

I flop my head back against his shoulder in exasperation. His lips turn into my cheek, kissing it sweetly, his overnight stubble grazing me. It feels good, but it wasn't the morning reaction I was expecting.

Once I feel he's relaxed his grip slightly and is busy nuzzling my cheek, I make my move, but no sooner have I tensed my muscles to make my escape, I'm flipped onto my back, my thighs parted and my wrists pinned on either side of my head. He looks down at me, his eyes bright and skipping with enjoyment. Oh yes, he's deeply satisfied with himself, and he looks b.l.o.o.d.y glorious, with his disheveled hair and dark blonde stubble.

His morning erection is prodding at my willing opening, seeking entrance. I'm defenseless. My body responds to him without me even thinking, and the pain in my bladder is soon replaced by a distressed ache in my groin, my heart somewhere between my breast bone and my throat. His daybreak smell is a mixture of clean sweat and that heady fresh water scent I love so much. I'm high on it and not ignorant to the fact that I'm breathless. He must think I'm so easy.

Well, I am...with him.

He rubs his nose over mine. 'Sleep well?'

He wants a chat now? Sparks are flying off all over the place down below and he wants to chat? 'Very.' I roll my hips suggestively.

His eyebrows rise, his lips twitch. 'Me too,'

I wait, uncomplaining, for him to lower his face to mine. He wants to do this slowly, and that's fine by me. If he would just hurry up!

He watches me closely as he slowly drops his face to mine, and when his lush lips finally brush over mine, I moan, opening my mouth invitingly. I involuntarily tremble when he skims his tongue gently across mine, taking his time, slowly seducing my mouth and pulling back every so often to kiss my lips gently before he resumes exploring. Oh, I like gentle Jesse very much. This is a million miles away from the dominant s.e.x Lord I was faced with yesterday.

When he's happy he's got me enthralled, he releases my wrists and leisurely strokes down the side of my body with the tip of his index finger. It's enough to have me convulsing and rolling my hips as the pressure in my tummy spirals down to my core.

His touch is addictive, he is addictive. I'm totally addicted.

I reach around to seize his rock-solid a.r.s.e in my palms, and apply a little pressure, deliberately pressing his hips into mine. We both whimper in harmony against each other's mouths.

'I completely lose myself in you, lady.' he mumbles against my lips. He pulls away, watching my face as he sinks slowly and purposely into me, inch by perfect inch, sending my hands flying to his back and my eyes squeezing shut. I'm full to the hilt.

He remains motionless, letting me adjust around him, his back tense, his breathing shallow. I know it must be taking everything out of him to be so still.

'Look at me, Ava.' he whispers.

I peel my eyes open, immediately finding his. His face confirms my thoughts. His jaw is tense, his light frown line deeper than usual, and his green eyes are blazing. I roll my hips a fraction to signal I'm okay, and on my invitation, he slowly draws back until I'm sure he's going to pull out, but then, bit by bit, he plunges straight back in to the deepest part of me a in and out, in and out.

'Hmmm.' I moan on a long exhale.

'I love sleepy s.e.x with you.' he breathes.

The deliberate, measured strokes are playing havoc with my self-control, and I'm pushing my hips up to meet his penetrations, sending him deeper and me higher. The feeling is extraordinary. I'm not going to be long if he keeps this up.

'Is that good, Ava?' he asks quietly. He knows it is. His gaze is still locked on mine, and I surprise myself that I can maintain the intimacy. I find it natural, with none of the expected awkwardness, discomfort or uneasiness. It's like we're supposed to be this way. How stupid.

'Yes.' I breathe.

'Faster?'

'No, just like this, please, just stay like this.' This is just perfect. The hard, powerful and commanding Jesse is amazing, but right now, this is absolutely perfect.

His eyes swim as he regards me, continuing his measured dives in and out of me. I'm on the edge. I want him to kiss me, but he seems content with just looking at me. I link my legs around his lower back and run my hands up and down his arms in light, feathery strokes. On a slow withdraw, he pauses, momentarily appearing to gather himself, his eyes probing mine.

'Enough of the sleepy s.e.x.' he murmurs as he surges forward, thrashing me in the deepest recesses of my body, not giving me a moment to adjust.

He cries out and retreats before repeating the delectable move again and again, slowly withdrawing and striking hard. The pleasure washes over me like an aggressive storm, sending my mind into orbit. His drives are controlled and exact. I'm reaching my limit. I fist my hands in is hair, pulling his lips down to mine, running my tongue over his bottom lip and biting it lightly, letting it drag through my teeth as I pull away. He bursts forward again, his face tense as he finds my lips and kisses me pa.s.sionately.

'I'm never letting you go.' he informs me around our kiss.

I'm so overwhelmed. He's the most potent aphrodisiac to me. Unfamiliar feelings are flooding my mind and heart for this man.

'I don't want you to.' I reply against his lips. Something has just landed in me, and I'm confused by it all.

He freezes suddenly, stopping the rhythmic drives that had me set to disintegrate in his arms. I wince at the lack of movement, my o.r.g.a.s.m lying in limbo. He's still buried b.a.l.l.s deep inside me as he pulls his head up and looks at me. I'm snapped out of my confusing thoughts immediately by the look of displeasure on his face.

c.r.a.p, wrong thing to say? I got caught up in the moment, that's all. I look away from him. I've ruined it.

'Look at me now, Ava.' he demands, and I reluctantly return my eyes to his, finding his face has softened slightly. 'We're going to have this conversation when you're sound minded and not crazy with l.u.s.t.' He draws back to the very tip of his thick erection and hovers over me.

He's right, I'm not sound minded when I'm around him, especially when he has me like this. He cripples me with pleasure, and now he's got me saying crazy s.h.i.t.

His tongue sweeps his bottom lip and he pants through parted lips as he pushes forward, dragging my dormant o.r.g.a.s.m back to life. My skin blazes as he pumps slow and hard, and as deep as he can get. Smoothing my palms through his hair, I pull him back down to my lips and devour him, while he continues with his deliberate drives, pushing me closer and closer to yet another o.r.g.a.s.mic o.r.g.a.s.m.

'I'm going to come,' he mumbles. 'Come with me, Ava. Give it to me.'

And with three more strikes, my mind goes blank and fireworks start exploding in my head. I burst beneath him on a loud cry.

'That's it, baby.' He strains the words, joining me in my pleasure as I rein in my shouts, and moan, long and low.

His hardness expands, jerking within me, before releasing round after round of his hot, wet seed deep inside me. He collapses on top of me, pushing his hips hard against me, ensuring he empties every last bit of himself. I'm obliterated. We both lay entangled, panting and struggling for breath.

'I don't know what to say,' he whispers against my ear.

I'm only just cognitive, still recovering from my o.r.g.a.s.m, but I heard that loud and clear, and I'm not quite sure what to make of it. I think we've both said too much already. My own little declaration has made me a bit uncomfortable. That's what happens when you get caught up in the moment. l.u.s.t, want and pa.s.sion take over, and before you know it, ridiculous words are flying out of your mouth.

After a few minutes silence, I'm beyond uncomfortable, so I shuffle a bit under him. 'Can I use the bathroom now?' I ask.

He sighs, long and deliberately, so wanting me to be aware of his frustration. I've no idea what he's frustrated about, though. He's had me plenty.

He slides out and heaves himself off of me, making a huge, exaggerated effort of flopping back on the bed. I peel myself from the covers, without a word, and pad across the white carpet into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I know he watched my every step. I could feel his eyes hammering into my naked back. The inevitable awkwardness has been delayed, but it's here now. And it's here with a vengeance.

I use the loo, wash my hands and take a few moments to psych myself up before I open the door. He's still sprawled on his back, unapologetically naked, staring straight at me. I don't know what to do.

Eventually, I turn back into the bathroom, grab a soft, white bath sheet from the tall towel rail and wrap myself in it, tucking the end in under my arm. I exit the bathroom, head straight to the bedroom door and out into the large living area. I spot the shattered gla.s.s all over the kitchen floor, and it promptly reminds me of last night when he unexpectedly pounced on me. It was always going to happen, whether he jumped me or not, but the easiness of our joined bodies has completely diminished, leaving s.p.a.ce for only one thing...awkwardness I find my bags by the front door and rummage through to get my phone.

Holy s.h.i.t! It's seven thirty. Kate's leaving in half hour a or supposed to be. I sent her a text to tell her that I was on my way home and I haven't turned up. She hasn't b.l.o.o.d.y called to find out where I am, though. Charming!